Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

If there is a demigod in the current Kingdom of York, and if the new King of York is a demigod, then at least he can ensure that his country will not be like before.

With such thoughts in mind, Victor held on to Ron tightly like a drowning man.

He didn't think about why the demigod they relied on before would abandon this place, nor did he think about whether Ron could protect his country even if he really became a demigod. He didn't even think about whether a country full of greed and death had any need to exist.

All Victor wanted was to protect his country and the home that the York family had fought for for countless years.

For this, he is willing to give his all.

Just like now.

"You could have chosen to launch a sneak attack or use other methods to stop me just now." Floyds controlled the blood-red blade and quickly invaded Victor's body.

In several previous battles, Floyds had fought with Victor, and each time he was beaten badly.

But now, he knew that he had won this battle with him.

No matter what the other party thinks, when the sharp blade is stained with his blood, many things will become meaningless.

"Ron hopes... that he won't get hurt at all." Victor watched as wisps of dark purple power appeared on Floyds' body.

In a flash, Floyds was split in half, and even Antilia around him was attacked and gradually lost consciousness.

"Are you risking your life to create opportunities for him?" Floyds' tone was extremely calm. "It seems that he is really important to you, worth protecting with your life."

"But...why would you risk other people's precious lives to protect your precious things?"

Victor's body shattered instantly, and his blood turned into Floyd's power, igniting everything in him.

Ron was floating in the air, looking at everything around him with a confused expression.

I had clearly prepared myself for getting injured, and I had clearly thought of an easy way to deal with them later.

but...

Why rush up?

It is obvious that cooperating with me to attack them, and killing any one of them is the best option.

Ron didn't understand why, but his expression became angry and cold.

He had been holding back in previous battles.

After all, in his opinion, when the new king of the Kingdom of York is born, those who have passed the screening will become the new citizens of the country, and all of them will be conquered by him and become his own strength.

But now, all thoughts have completely disappeared.

At this moment, he only wanted to kill the person in front of him, or to kill everyone he could sense.

"Give! Me! To! Die!" The black mist cut off Frost's power and even took away a large piece of flesh and blood from his body again.

"Pain? You, who have taken away the people protected by countless people, will also feel pain because of the death of your loved ones?" Floys spat out a mouthful of saliva made entirely of blood, with a sarcastic expression on his face.

Ron stared at him expressionlessly, then disappeared in front of him in an instant.

"Are you mocking me?" Ron murmured to himself, then burst out with all his strength to restrain Antilia.

"Maybe you should experience the feeling of losing someone important to you." Facing Ron's attack, Antilia had no power to fight back at all.

After all, in order to assist Floyds in defeating and killing Ron, she dispersed all her strength and integrated it into Ron's black mist in a special way.

The power of the two began to blend. She could certainly influence Ron to create fighting opportunities for Floyds, but when Ron directed all his attacks on herself, Antilia would be quickly found and restrained by Ron.

Black energy surged from Antilia's arms and most of her body. Her expression became painful, but she did not let out a roar.

Floyds didn't say anything but just rushed straight towards Ron.

However, when he was confused, he was unable to achieve greater results when facing Ron, who was determined to kill him for revenge.

At the same time, the will burning in his blood reached its peak. If Ron could not be dealt with in a short period of time, when Floyd's power began to weaken, it would be the end of all of them.

"I really don't want to make this kind of decision..." Floyd's tense face suddenly revealed a hint of calm smile.

He turned into a river of blood and revealed his body again, a broken and miserable body.

Ron didn't know what Floyd was thinking at this moment. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to kill him!

The last remaining will of the entire city turned into the last flame and burned towards Ron.

Floyd's body began to slowly melt, his flesh and blood began to separate, and a bloody light began to bloom in his soul.

He had some regrets.

I probably won't be able to watch little Melnadette continue to grow up.

Ron's power has completely overwhelmed him and Antilia. Now the damage he can cause to the other party is just a minor trouble.

Perhaps the previous cooperation severely weakened his strength, but as long as the gold pounds dispersed by Victor were not completely found and destroyed, Ron would have infinite power.

This force is fatal to Floyds, who now has no blood to replenish.

Therefore, for him at this moment, instead of delaying time by fighting a deadly war of attrition with no future, it is better to release everything he has, burn everything he has and completely break up with him.

"Protect her for me..." Floys said to Antilia and Badanton who had almost lost his will.

Then, when Antilia wanted to say something, Floys merged into the flames that merged with Ron and pressed towards him fiercely.

At the same time, the flesh and blood left by Floyd in the previous battle also locked Ron in a special direction. His eye sockets were surrounded by blood, and when this power merged into Ron's body, a roar was heard.

Antilia and Badanton were blown away by the arrogance.

Floyd's body completely disappeared, and Ron's figure slowly emerged from the ruins of the printing factory. At the same time, blood began to flow from all his orifices. When the blood slowly occupied his face, his face began to change, and finally turned into Floyd's appearance.

"Did it succeed?" Floys looked at the remaining blood around him with a smile on his face, and then he could no longer hold on and fell straight down.

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Chapter 311: The End of Floys, the Choice of Death

The blood, the killing intent, and even the will to eventually burn down the entire city were all feints.

Floyd knew clearly how powerful Ron was at that moment, and those powers could only bring him some trouble.

Perhaps if controlled properly it could hurt or even seriously injure the opponent, but... this power could not kill him.

Given Ron's current condition, even if he were severely injured, he would not be able to solve the difficulties facing the Kingdom of York at this time.

It may even allow him to carry out his own "screening and removal plan" in advance.

If you want to solve the problem, the only option is to kill the other party completely.

Floyd understood this, so he always showed weakness to the enemy during the battle, even to the point where his body was torn to pieces.

All he was waiting for was an opportunity.

An opportunity where Ron thought he had run out of ideas.

When the sea of ​​blood burned, when he burned the power he had taken from Ron into a blow, Ron felt his enlightenment and that power.

It was at this time that Ron began to relax - Floyd's feint was effective and powerful, but at most it would only seriously injure him.

This kind of power is worth his serious response, but his heart unconsciously relaxed. After all, for him at this moment, as long as he can't be killed, it doesn't matter.

And just when he relaxed, Floyd's real killer move appeared.

His blood, his soul, his faith and his will scattered around directly hit Ron's body, and in an instant replaced Ron's own blood and became a part of "Ron".

At that moment, King Ron of York and Floyd Ron could be said to be the masters of this body and this extraordinary characteristic.

In this situation, Ron was unable to exert his most powerful strength and could only use his spirit and soul to fight Floyds in the most primitive way.

This is a battle of will and belief.

Floyds didn't retreat, and neither did Ron.

"What a young fellow with strong beliefs..." Floyd looked at the clouds in the sky with a dazed look on his face.

"If it were the old me, I would probably lose... After all, at that time I didn't know why I was fighting, and I didn't have any so-called beliefs."

"But now... I won..." The dark clouds dispersed, and the white clouds seemed to transform into Mernadette, illuminating his heart.

His condition was very bad at this time, but also very perfect.

The extraordinary power in the blood has been completely devoured by the curse of greed, but it is no longer important to Floyds at this time.

As long as he wanted, he could easily accept everything Ron arranged.

The power of greed will repair his soul and his body, and then he will even become the new god of this world.

A seductive voice sounded in his ears.

"If I could gain this kind of power, protecting her would be much easier..."

"With my support, she will definitely be able to do what she likes to her heart's content."

"Even... I can have her all to myself..."

The corners of Floyd's mouth turned up, revealing an exaggerated arc.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Do you think I would choose this way?"

"Little Melnardelle asked me to come here to solve this problem..."

"But now... I am the trouble..."

As he was laughing, Floyd suddenly started crying.

He felt a little uncomfortable, as if his heart was pierced by hundreds of steel needles.

"If only I had met you earlier..."

His vision began to blur and the expression on his face gradually calmed down.

Floyd wished very much that he could have met Mernadette earlier, not because it would allow him to spend more time with her.

He just thought that if he had met Mernadette earlier, he would not have made as many mistakes as he did now.

The sight of Badanton appeared in his mind again, and there were also several people in the mutual aid association who were hostile to him.

He wouldn't have cared about these things before.

but now...

“I’m wrong…I’m really wrong…”

Floyds will not deny his mistakes, and he also wants to do something to make up for it.

But he knew clearly that many things could be made up for, but many things could not be made up for.

And the sin he committed was the kind that could never be atonement for no matter how hard one tried.

Moreover, some things are wrong and they are wrong. If they can be easily covered up by simply making amends, then covering up is itself a mistake.

Death - this is the path he chose for himself.

But compared to being executed or ending his life quietly, Floyd felt that it was not worth it.

He is not afraid of death, he just hopes to do something meaningful before he dies. He just hopes that when he dies, he will sacrifice himself to protect Mernadè, or to accomplish something more meaningful.

Therefore, when faced with Badanton's hostility, he would simply ignore it, and when faced with the secret accusations from other people in the mutual aid society and even some rumors about him, he would just laugh it off.

"I'm really... sorry... to those who I hurt."

"It's a pity... I can't protect you anymore..."

Mernadette's smile appeared in Floyd's mind. He slowly stood up, controlled his body, and slowly raised his hand.

Countless black mists gathered in his hands from various cities in the Kingdom of York.

There was still some agitation in his body, and the desire to devour the power in his hands and become a "new god" continued to shake his heart.

But Floyd's heart was not shaken in the slightest.

"Reject everything about this body and crush the last of my strength. This is all I can do."

"Bye now..."

This beautiful world was once hurt by me.

The black smoke gradually dissipated, and Floyd's body became riddled with holes. Then his body began to slowly fall down.

But when he fell, he seemed to be supported by someone.

Is it Antilia?